New vampire sit on the ledge from their third story house window. South central. There are more of those than you know and they’re all beautiful. Something about the wall is so fresh this shadow breaths on to Andy. He’s the new vampire. His coat is thin it’s like this black satin dress shirt. He’s pale. Some of his roommates fall in and out of the kitchen, where the ledge is.
“Hey,”
“Hey”
Andy has pop music playing in his headphones. He looks to the parking lot the ledge faces. Fuck the sky because it’s night. Andy leaps down. In the parking lot he looks around for possums. He finds one and picks it up by its tail. It’s terrified and angry. It flips and fricks all over and scratches Andy’s face. He thwacks it into the side of his house. A Thick thud. The possum doesn’t bleed from anywhere but is lifeless. Andy bites into his neck and gets a spurt in his mouth and swallows. How terrible. Andy winces and throws the possum far. How hard is it to be happy, he asks himself. It is too easy to be cheap. There is nothing to do on Tuesday nights. He kicks a car tire and jumps back up two stories to the ledge. A roommate of his who is never home and who he has always liked a little walks in.
“Hey”
“Hey”
Andy turns to face her.
“Im a vampire now.”
“Lassie told me.”
She is putting away groceries.
“Congrats, really. That’s cool. From that guy you know?”
“Yeah.”
“Crazy. So crazy.”
She looks at him but not for that long
“I guess I don’t know many vampires. My aunt dated one.”
Andy perches further into the kitchen hoping for more. He wants her to ask him if he feels any different. yes he does. He’s more angry all the time but feels so passionate about everything. He feels like walking suicide but it’s not that serious. He thinks he could fall in love with anyone. He can’t believe he will live a thousand years and it makes him so scared and excited. He will probably see the end of time. And none of these people now will be even close to alive, and they would never be able to understand it. He’ll be in a mad max desert, in 400 years, and he’ll think of them. How real history they are. His memory probably will feel more like a book he read.